Nae King! Nae Quin! Nae Laird! Nae Master!
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Nae King! Nae Quin! Nae Laird! Nae Master!
@bloodyhades.bsky.social
All chaps are assless. My six word biography: tattoos made my skin more me. Hugo award winning fanfiction author. Bi/pan. She/they.
So…you’re gonna write some, right?
December 1, 2025 at 12:13 AM
YES! And bodies make funny sounds! Sometimes they’re ridiculous ones (like when my shoulder pops) that are totally out of context and make you laugh!
November 30, 2025 at 8:36 PM
English is the most common form taught to beginners! I can do both now because I am working on a pattern with colorwork that requires I have yarn in both hands, but English is always my go to.
November 30, 2025 at 8:26 PM
Oh, interesting! I hadn’t heard about that!
November 30, 2025 at 6:07 PM
I *do* love a meat pie!
November 30, 2025 at 5:59 PM
On dad’s side. On mom’s it’s just “oh, you’re one of those fuckin Mayflower twats.”
November 30, 2025 at 5:58 PM
Having worked with homeless folks, he would get a lot farther with cigarettes and socks.
November 30, 2025 at 2:17 PM
JR asked if I would make waffles for breakfast and my immediate thought was “while I have the iron down, I’ll make some stuffing ones too!” I hope you’re over whatever you had and are able to eat the best part of Thanksgiving: the leftovers.
November 29, 2025 at 1:54 PM
Cause it’s a great fuckin song. Every other version sucks, but they killed it.
November 28, 2025 at 11:45 PM
The leftovers breakfast of champions.
November 28, 2025 at 1:10 PM
I just saw that we're supposed to get like a foot of snow in Boston next week and I'm over the fuckin moon about it. Have fun in Canada!
November 28, 2025 at 1:07 PM
That’s what they’re called! I couldn’t remember the word!
November 28, 2025 at 12:10 AM
You say that, but my mom once got mixed up and put sugar amounts of salt into a chocolate pudding. That was like 15 years ago and we STILL haven’t recovered!
November 27, 2025 at 11:13 PM
This will heal me
November 27, 2025 at 7:35 PM
My mom put me in charge of making pie crusts when I was like 10 and I didn’t realise until recently how happy she must have been to foist all of that on me so she could do the rest.

This is, of course, the woman who asks “did I make enough” when she makes 30 different kinds of Christmas cookies.
November 27, 2025 at 6:22 PM